Sprain
Since this the third day I've been unable to put enough weight on my left foot to walk, I figure a livejournal update is in order. I'm not positive this is the exact breakdown of each day in its place, but I am NOT hobbling over to the calendar, so this will have to be good enough.
Day 1
I came home with minor pain in my left foot. I worked the cash register that day, so four hours of standing was not out of the question as the cause.
Day 2
Foot pains persisted, but were not problematic in any respect other than their longevity.
Day 3
The next day, it was a little more uncomfortable, so I laughed at my misfortune and limped as inconspicuously as I could. When I went to a dinner party, I asked for ice and had to go into the other room (everyone collected in the kitchen) in order to sit. I figured it was tendonitis and treated it as such. (A reasonable assumption when you are so highly prone to it.)
Day 4
Limping inconspicuously was no longer an option. I probably looked pathetic.
Day 5
Almost fell after taking several steps first thing in the morning. Crawled down the stairs to inform my mother. My stepfather prepared to make arrangements to leave work take me to the doctor (something he didn't have to go out of his way to do... he's a great guy.) My father left work and picked me up took me to an immediate care facility (think low-key ER) and I was diagnosed with an acute heel sprain. NOT an ankle sprain. NOT heel spurs. A heel sprain. (I almost wrote "hell" instead of "heel"... Freudian slip, that!) Played with the wheelchair while I was waiting. Dug my crutches out of the attic that evening for the relief of my knees, which were sore from crawling.
Day 6
Worked cash register, sat on a chair. Everyone asked what was wrong and I didn't have a clever lie made up yet so I had to tell the dumb truth to everyone's disappointment.
Day 7
I'm functional. I'm... in pain, yes, but I'll soon be walking with one crutch, and then I can...
*gasp*
...CARRY THINGS. The strain that I put on my hands with my last sprain, which was in my right ankle, is decreased by the lesser severity of the current. I am able to put little percentages of my weight onto the foot and all, so with a good balance of rest and pushing it slightly, I should be back squarely on both feet in no time.
If any of you kids at home need some advice about treating soft tissue injuries, just remember RICE:
Rest
Ice
Compression
Elevation
or, add a 'D' on the end for 'drugs' since anti-inflammatories are your friends in such times. I have been given the okay to take 800 mg tablets of Ibuprofen. Mmmmmm....
Day 1
I came home with minor pain in my left foot. I worked the cash register that day, so four hours of standing was not out of the question as the cause.
Day 2
Foot pains persisted, but were not problematic in any respect other than their longevity.
Day 3
The next day, it was a little more uncomfortable, so I laughed at my misfortune and limped as inconspicuously as I could. When I went to a dinner party, I asked for ice and had to go into the other room (everyone collected in the kitchen) in order to sit. I figured it was tendonitis and treated it as such. (A reasonable assumption when you are so highly prone to it.)
Day 4
Limping inconspicuously was no longer an option. I probably looked pathetic.
Day 5
Almost fell after taking several steps first thing in the morning. Crawled down the stairs to inform my mother. My stepfather prepared to make arrangements to leave work take me to the doctor (something he didn't have to go out of his way to do... he's a great guy.) My father left work and picked me up took me to an immediate care facility (think low-key ER) and I was diagnosed with an acute heel sprain. NOT an ankle sprain. NOT heel spurs. A heel sprain. (I almost wrote "hell" instead of "heel"... Freudian slip, that!) Played with the wheelchair while I was waiting. Dug my crutches out of the attic that evening for the relief of my knees, which were sore from crawling.
Day 6
Worked cash register, sat on a chair. Everyone asked what was wrong and I didn't have a clever lie made up yet so I had to tell the dumb truth to everyone's disappointment.
Day 7
I'm functional. I'm... in pain, yes, but I'll soon be walking with one crutch, and then I can...
*gasp*
...CARRY THINGS. The strain that I put on my hands with my last sprain, which was in my right ankle, is decreased by the lesser severity of the current. I am able to put little percentages of my weight onto the foot and all, so with a good balance of rest and pushing it slightly, I should be back squarely on both feet in no time.
If any of you kids at home need some advice about treating soft tissue injuries, just remember RICE:
Rest
Ice
Compression
Elevation
or, add a 'D' on the end for 'drugs' since anti-inflammatories are your friends in such times. I have been given the okay to take 800 mg tablets of Ibuprofen. Mmmmmm....